Young ned of the hill

Have you ever walked the  lonesome hills and  heard the curlews  cry    Or  seen the raven  black as night u pon a windswept sky    To  walk the purple  heather and  hear the westwind  cry    ||    To know that’s where the rapparee must die    Inst 1 | | | | ||    Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives    There’s some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high    Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die    Who’ll fight with Gaelic honour held on high    A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland    I hope you’re rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent    To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright    To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight    Inst 2 | | |    Of such a man I’d like to speak a rapparee by name and deed    His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head    His name is know in song and story his deeds are legends still    And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill    You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land    You tried to break our spirit but you’ll never understand    The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will    As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill    Chorus 2    Inst 3 | | | | | | | | ||    ||: | | | | | | | :||    Chorus 3    Outro | | | | ||